• Gary Hunter

The Cookie Jar - July 16, 2021

the old couple still keep it in

the perfect spot - at the island’s end

of the kitchen counter where fingers pinched

and transferred the crumbs and bits

of chocolate onto greedy tongues


the crock long emptied of warm

sweet dough and crooked smiles

sits quietly as they walk barefoot

and bloody over the splinters of evening


the key ingredient now missing from

this tulip-shaped memory and

its gleaming ceramic surface?


fingerprints of love


though every once in awhile

around 2 am or so

the one who clings to hope

pulls off the lid and takes a peak

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